By all rights, the ice elf should have been giddy with excitement at the recent cold turn in the weather. Fat snowflakes hovered weightlessly in the air, until they finally touched earth, where they became another thread in the fastly knitting quilt of white that covered the ground. The air was crisp and cold, but there was little in the way of breeze or wind, so it wasn't quite chilly enough to discourage all outdoor activity by the city's residents. Still, as Locke's stylish black Chelsea boots (his sole concession to the winter weather) tromped on the sidewalks and cobblestones, there were fewer people present then would've been in the fall. The quiet of the streets fit his mood; not quite melancholy, it was contemplative, balancing the joy of the changing season with the memories of the things he had seen. He arrived at Katarina's apartment complex and silently made his way through the front door and to the stairs up to the second floor, then to her apartment. He knocked his usual rhythmic knock, but kept the accompanying song to himself.
A few moments after the knocking, there was a loud and pitiful meowing sound, accompanied by Katarina's complaints. Not all of it could be heard through the door, except for broken phrases, " embarrassin'... kin't open th' door..." The meowing continued until she simply turned the handle on her unlocked door and peeked her face through the small crack. "Hey, evenin' there Locke." She opened the door wider for him to step inside. Patches aimed to weave and rub against his legs. Wearing a long sleeved, tea-length olive green dress with pockets. The short hall lead to another on the right that lead to the kitchen, and straight out lead to her living room.
Before stepping inside, Locke reached into the back pocket of his black trousers to remove his gloves and put them on. He then knelt to pet the cat, murmuring a few affectionate words as he did so. A few snowflakes clung stubbornly to the front of his French Blue dress shirt, and dappled his yellow with white and black diagonally striped tie. "Good evening, Katarina. I trust this evening finds you faring well?" He took a quick, smooth step into the apartment as he spoke.
"Ridiculous cat" A quick mumble as she watched Patches shamelessly purr at the attention. "Yeah, 'm doin' good. Jist got home nah too long 'go." She shut the door behind him, before leading them towards her living room, "We're goin' long hours now since th' ballet 's startin' Friday. Kin I git ya anythin'?" She motions to her kitchen that was separated by a high counter.
"Glass of water?" He took a cursory glance at the living room, then a longer one at the kitchen as it was pointed out. "Don't work too hard now, mate. All work and no play makes Jane a dull girl. Or something to that effect." He shrugged his shoulders, not terribly concerned if he got the adage correct or not.
She laughed warmly, heading for the small dining area in the corner that connected the living room and kitchen together. The color combination was off white and forest green between the room, complete with a large, comfy looking sofa and a chair to match. "Yeah, I know. I's only fer anotha month er so, an' then th' troupe's takin' a break fer a month er so. Make yerself a' home." She filled a glass full of ice and water before returning to offer it to him.
He sat down on the chair, taking the offered glass with a bright smile. "Thank you most kindly. Wish I could take a month off. Unfortunately, Gerard is quite intent on working each and every one of us blokes in the shop down to nubs. Yours truly included." He traced a gloved finger across the top of the glass, but didn't drink from it yet.
"Yeah? Any reason er is he jist be particularly chipper?" With a smile and roll of her eyes, she sat in the corner of the sofa closest to the chair. Patches jumped up on couch with her, and tried to crawl her lap. "Patches, c'mon now." she gently kept the cat off of her clothes.
"He's trying to get a head start on his showcase for the spring fashion show next year. I guess he wasn't terribly pleased with how his display went this year, and he doesn't want to leave anything to chance." He chuckled, lips twisting into a smile, as the cat sought further affection from Katarina.
A few moments after the knocking, there was a loud and pitiful meowing sound, accompanied by Katarina's complaints. Not all of it could be heard through the door, except for broken phrases, " embarrassin'... kin't open th' door..." The meowing continued until she simply turned the handle on her unlocked door and peeked her face through the small crack. "Hey, evenin' there Locke." She opened the door wider for him to step inside. Patches aimed to weave and rub against his legs. Wearing a long sleeved, tea-length olive green dress with pockets. The short hall lead to another on the right that lead to the kitchen, and straight out lead to her living room.
Before stepping inside, Locke reached into the back pocket of his black trousers to remove his gloves and put them on. He then knelt to pet the cat, murmuring a few affectionate words as he did so. A few snowflakes clung stubbornly to the front of his French Blue dress shirt, and dappled his yellow with white and black diagonally striped tie. "Good evening, Katarina. I trust this evening finds you faring well?" He took a quick, smooth step into the apartment as he spoke.
"Ridiculous cat" A quick mumble as she watched Patches shamelessly purr at the attention. "Yeah, 'm doin' good. Jist got home nah too long 'go." She shut the door behind him, before leading them towards her living room, "We're goin' long hours now since th' ballet 's startin' Friday. Kin I git ya anythin'?" She motions to her kitchen that was separated by a high counter.
"Glass of water?" He took a cursory glance at the living room, then a longer one at the kitchen as it was pointed out. "Don't work too hard now, mate. All work and no play makes Jane a dull girl. Or something to that effect." He shrugged his shoulders, not terribly concerned if he got the adage correct or not.
She laughed warmly, heading for the small dining area in the corner that connected the living room and kitchen together. The color combination was off white and forest green between the room, complete with a large, comfy looking sofa and a chair to match. "Yeah, I know. I's only fer anotha month er so, an' then th' troupe's takin' a break fer a month er so. Make yerself a' home." She filled a glass full of ice and water before returning to offer it to him.
He sat down on the chair, taking the offered glass with a bright smile. "Thank you most kindly. Wish I could take a month off. Unfortunately, Gerard is quite intent on working each and every one of us blokes in the shop down to nubs. Yours truly included." He traced a gloved finger across the top of the glass, but didn't drink from it yet.
"Yeah? Any reason er is he jist be particularly chipper?" With a smile and roll of her eyes, she sat in the corner of the sofa closest to the chair. Patches jumped up on couch with her, and tried to crawl her lap. "Patches, c'mon now." she gently kept the cat off of her clothes.
"He's trying to get a head start on his showcase for the spring fashion show next year. I guess he wasn't terribly pleased with how his display went this year, and he doesn't want to leave anything to chance." He chuckled, lips twisting into a smile, as the cat sought further affection from Katarina.